Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Allen pulled off a long trench coat, grabbed his driver, apparated outside the garage, and sat straight in the back seat.

Under his orders, the driver drove fast.

They drove into the villa area in the East District at a fast speed, and stopped 300 meters outside the Sharp Villa.

——It is really difficult to move forward.

Over there, various media gathered here because of the explosion and fire in the rich area.

The reporters were holding microphones outside the background of the half-burned villa, talking to the camera inevitably with a trace of anxiety.

The voices of this group of people were mixed together, confused and noisy.

This Rolls Royce is parked on the side.

Icons unique to the royal family attract everyone's attention.

The reporters turned to the car and said in amazement,

"Is that His Highness's car?"

Under everyone's eyes, Allen pushed the door and got out of the car without hesitation, and strode towards Sharp's villa.

In the past, when he traveled, he wore a neat suit jacket most of the time, but now he only wears a long black trench coat over a white shirt and trousers.

Although the outfit looked particularly good on a 1.8-meter tall man, but in terms of the Crown Prince's original outfit...

Almost casual.

Coupled with his slightly eager expression...

Obviously worried about that Miss Sharp!

The media swarmed over and squeezed away the drivers who rushed to stop them.

"Your Highness, why are you here?"

"Does Your Majesty know?"

"...Is it for Diana..."

"Are you really in love with Miss Sharp?"

Allen stopped and raised his hand, looked worriedly at Sharp Villa, nodded politely with anxiety in his gentleness, "Please ask later, let me check Diana's situation first!"

"Your Highness!"

"Are you..."

Allen calmly lowered his hands, and waited for everyone's voice to quiet down, before saying, "Whatever you want to know, you can ask later—please make room, or you will lose a princess."

He was so indifferent that everyone couldn't help but sigh.

But the second half of the sentence is enough to write the headlines.

The reporters stepped aside contentedly.

Allen strode forward, saw several fire trucks and ambulances parked on one side, and strode in.

The reporters were shocked, but it was too late to stop them.

His Royal Highness, the pampered crown prince of this kingdom, really broke into the precarious and burned house because of his beloved Miss Sharp?

They held the microphone with complex expressions.

What's the matter with being gratified and distressed at the same time?

Allen stepped on the messy wood and ashes burned by the flames, bypassed the burnt and collapsed wooden furniture, stepped on the stairs covered in black ash, and walked straight to the third floor.

He turned sideways to make way for the firefighters carrying the stretcher, and walked up despite the persuasion.

The regularity and cleanliness of her body almost seemed out of place here.

When he walked up the stairs on the second floor, he saw Diana who was hugged by firefighters and was almost unconscious.

The tall and cold girl was covered in wounds and black ash was rubbed all over her body.

The slender neck like a swan was also scalded by something, it looked like it was scalded by something burning.

The originally well-proportioned and beautiful arm also has many such scars.

A corner of that seemingly blue dress was also burned off, with irregular black edges, hanging down on the burnt and bloody calf.

Allen was almost stunned on the spot, his half-down eyelashes concealing the complexity in his eyes.

The fireman also recognized him, tilted his head in disbelief, and raised his arm at him.

seems to be asking,

"Your fiancée in fable, hold her down by yourself?"

Allen nodded, and carefully took the bruised girl.

Diana's eyes were distracted, and she called softly, "...Your Highness?"

Allen held her down the stairs coldly, stepped down the stairs steadily and quickly, almost gritted his teeth and asked,

"Is this your doctrine?"

Blood and ashes were mixed on the girl's hanging right hand, and she was so tormented by the burning pain that she frowned unbearably.

She insisted feebly, "His Royal Highness, please stand in the way for me..."

Allen frowned and reminded, "You are covered with burns, and putting on clothes for you will only make the wound worse-by then, just separating the clothes and the wound will be enough for you!"

Diana smiled and insisted, "Please stand in the way for me."

Allen stopped and frowned at her.

"Why are you as stubborn as the knight commander?"

The reporters looked at the door of the villa in silence, whispering, waiting for the crown prince who came out later.

The cameras are almost on full alert.

The moment Allen came out with Diana in his arms, there were flashes almost everywhere.

Their crown prince hugged his girl, and the long black trench coat covered up [-]% of the scars, covering up the dignity of that Miss Sharp.

Their crown prince frowned tightly, strode to the ambulance next to him, and put the girl on it.

The 13-year-old boy was at his youngest. He jumped into the ambulance, just like the Prince Charming in a fairy tale.

Reporters almost forgot to stop people for questioning.

——It is unnecessary.

Isn't this move enough to prove the truth of the rumor?